Point Break stormed into the 90’s soaked in the sentiments that would define the decade: Crazy, Sexy, and Cool! Seen during its release as a film engrossed in this mantra it was never attributed with any depth. Now it rests buried by the years, and after digging to find its corpse I discovered its soul in turn.

The story begins with a boy becoming a man. Admiring his accomplishment he enters the prestigious ranks of the F.B.I. equipped with a gun-slingers prowess. Tasked to catch masked men he endeavors to find them by wearing one of his own. Undercover as a wannabe surfer he infiltrates an aspect of the culture which arouses a spiritual journey.

“He” is Johnny Utah, a man afraid of failure and obsessed with achieving its opposite. Caught up in the blacks and whites of cops and robbers Johnny is suddenly sidetracked when a beautiful woman brings him to a modern mystic. Bodhisattva shepherds a small band of bruddahs and soon accepts Utah into his fold. The self-proclaimed prophet teaches Johnny to surf, skydive and thrive off of the stimulation nature provides. Furthermore, his cryptic speech and allegories lead Johnny to believe there is more to life than the spoils of responsibility. Consumed by the euphoria of enlightenment he loses sight of life’s demands, as well as the lives of those within it.

Ancillary Stoke occurs when Johnny is awakened to the reality that the bandits he is chasing are the same men he’s befriended. Alchemy Hour ends when they kidnap Tyler, the woman who started him on his quest. Depth dives dramatically through the surface at this point, and the soul of the film breaks through by its conclusion.

In light of love Bodhi’s philosophies are revealed as senseless scribbles written with self-interest. Exposed as a pretender Johnny’s spirit rests thereafter with Tyler alone. Such is the case whenever the waves die down and the coffers run dry; those we love become all that truly matters. In fact that is always what they’ve been, but the allure of prophecies and possessions distract us from this homely axiom.

I never expected going back to this flick would bring me such insight. However, the purpose behind “Aeon’s Flight” is to provide me with exactly that. This seemingly superficial film from my childhood became a guiding force over the last week, and popped up often with pertinent counsel. None more important than the metaphor that when the woman you love needs you, you jump out of the plane with or without a parachute. Insane? Perhaps, but it is certainly a better mantra than “crazy, sexy, cool.” Reward requires risk, but be sure the first is worth the second or you’re simply chasing pavement, (and may splatter on the same). That said, the journey is your own and the discoveries as well, go with God my friends. Vaya con Dios.

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